Chapter 35: The Vampire City (3): A death battle

Nehora's expression turned serious as she looked the werewolf step out. It growled and led its eyes at Nehora, target. Its eyes were filled with killing intent as it charged at Nehora.

Its canines were exposed ready to rip her apart. 'Nehora, go get the weapon! Now!' Nehora ran towards where the weapons were. The beast chased her behind! Once she got there, there were weapons like spears, gauntlets, daggers and swords. There was a problem...there were worn out and not sharp at all!

"Damn it!" Nehora said in frustration. 

'Hurry up, Nehora!' Hestia alerted her.

Nehora looked behind her and saw the beast was near. She quickly unsheathed a sword and dodged the attack as the beast swinged its head in attempt to knock her out.

It crushed onto the weapons and wall. There was a slight vibration from the impact. Whilst the beast was disorientated, Nehora felt the weight of the sword and was getting used to it.

People cheered seeing how things played. Nehora looked at the sword in her hand, 'If this is how l should survive, so be it.' She gripped the sword harder in her hands. The beast regained its focus as it once again charged at Nehora.

Instead of invading the beast this time. She ran towards it which surprised the audience. 'Is she running to her own death?' they thought.

The beast exposed its canines ready to rip. Nehora slided under the beast's belly. She then used her sword to slash its bottom while releasing a war cry. The sword stopped mid way and Nehora quickly removed the sword.

The beast growled in pain and got more aggressive. Nehora created a distance between it and herself. Its wounds began to heal at a normal speed.

She gnashed her teeth as she intended to kill it instantly at that moment, but the sword was blunt, and she didn't have enough strength. Her hand was shaking from doing it.

'Hestia, can't you give me strength?' Nehora inquired as she was breathing heavily, sweat visible on her face.

'I can, but unfortunately for a short period of time. After all you were suppose awaken me at 16 and not now. Your powers have not fully manifested yet. You are almost like a normal person.' Hestia uttered.

'That's okay as long I have enough strength to decapitate its head from its body.' Nehora said to her. While she was not paying attention to the beast got closer and she noticed it too late as it slashed its claws at her.

She almost dodge, but it got her as she now had claw wounds on her back. She hissed in response but regained her composure. 

By now, the wounds under the beast's belly has healed. She created a distance once again and as the beast charged at her. 

'It is now or never... Hestia now!' Nehora screamed at her and Hestia complied. 

She leaped at the beast that was charging and she felt a surge of power flowing through her, all while her fire-like amber eyes glowed slightly.

She felt powerful! Nehora gave a war cry and her weapon contacted the rogue's neck. 

Blood spilled as she used so much strength to forcefully slash through its neck. It went through until finally it's head was decapitated from it's body. 

Once the head fell on the dusty ground, there was silence around the colosseum...

"Bravo!"

"Great show!" 

"What great entertainment!" 

Shouts and cheers were heard around the place. It was indeed a great battle. The vampires didn't expect this but overall it made it more exciting. 

Nehora was breathing heavily, covered in blood. Even her beautiful silver hair was stained with blood. Not even the ocean was the blood.

The sword had pieces of flesh and blood on it. The sword slipped out of her hand and dell on the ground. 

"What a splendid show!" Yvetta announced as she leaped back on the arena while holding her crane and a mic in her other hand. She continued:

"I didn't expect such an outcome but here we are! Wasn't it entertaining?!" 

The other vampires cheered in their sits, "Yes! Let us cheer for Marcello!" 

Nehora just stared at Yvetta with emotionless eyes while she smiled happily. They really treated her like something meant for entertainment. 

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Nehora was locked up in the cold cell. This time, Yvetta was there with her. 

Yvetta even had a nerve to start clapping as if Nehora did something great, "It was really a great idea to bring you. You didn't disappoint me..." she giggled happily like a child. 

Nehora just remained silent, "Do you like your stage name? Marcello... Hmm~How nice?! I gave you that name since you don't want to give me your name." Yvetta uttered. 

This time around, she was talking to herself. Yvetta sighed, "You made me proud. Now be a good girl and wait for the next battle..." 

"Can l have bucket water to wash myself?" Nehora uttered in a cold tone. She really didn't want to talk to her. 

"Wait for your next match and then you will be able to wash yourself..." Yvetta uttered with a stern tone. 

"What?!" Nehora uttered angrily as she stood up. She was still covered in blood. 

"You are to be treated worse than a dog. Do you understand?" Yvetta uttered coldly as she smiled while her eyes glared coldly at Nehora. 

Nehora was shocked, 'How can they be inhumane?' she thought. 

"Goodbye~" Yvetta uttered as she walked away while humming and holding her crane in her hand. Her humming echoed until fading away, the metal door creaked closed. 

Nehora sat on the cold floor surrounded by silence. 

' Nehora... It is going to be okay...' Hestia uttered. The wolf spirit tried to comfort her. 

'Can l escape this hell on this cruel world?' Nehora inquired, but Hestia remained silent. 

"Answer me!" Nehora scream and her voice rang. The other beasts growled in the dungeon. 

'It won't be possible for now... You are still weak. You have to be 16 years old to be fully awakened as a werewolf.' Hestia painfully uttered. 

Nehora finally broke down as tears waled up in her eyes. She was starting to lose hope.

'Nehora... Don' t give up just yet. This is not the end just yet...'

Nehora curled up into a ball and cried until she fell asleep. 

She was but a child... 

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Authoress' s note:

Thank you for reading this chapter. If you enjoyed it, please leave a vote and comment your thoughts my fellow readers. 

Peace out.